[Wrong choice (╥╯^╰╥), please update later]
"What is love?"
My answer twenty years ago: Love is giving, being willing to dedicate everything to the other person; my answer ten years ago: Love is a blessing, it doesn't matter if the other person doesn't want my love, as long as she is happy; now my answer: Love is a bridge, two people can join hands to go to another possibility of life.
The above is the answer sheet I handed over after filling out the time capsule with her not long ago. I sat down and thought about it for a long time. I hope these literary and philosophical words can make us recall the happiness at this time ten years later.
But, to be honest, the answer seems to be that time consumed my passion, smoothed my edges, and finally I succumbed to a dull life. But in fact, I was still that rebellious girl, so I told her my answer again in her ear at night:
Your love is a parachute that allows me to fall slowly in this noisy and rushed era.
I write down our story in the hope that it will condense into a beautiful piece of amber in which love will always be alive.
Concept: A story about growth and bravery
